Crossing through time 04, I blew up the American aircraft carrier.

Northern Saada, border region.

After replying to the message, Hassan skillfully closed the laptop lid. No big deal, problem solved!

Yusuf Midani, standing nearby, widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Hassan, that's a brilliant idea!"

Hassan chuckled. "It's just a word game. As long as we can get away with it, it'll be fine. Later, when the Houthis reach Hajjah province and gain access to the sea, our supply transport will be much easier!"

The growth and expansion of the Houthi rebels cannot be delayed!

"Yes." Yusuf Midani nodded. "I also look forward to that day."

"Hassan, now that we've finished our business, shouldn't we head back?" Said asked.

Hassan glanced at the sun hanging overhead and shook his head: "No, let's wander around in the mountains first."

The embarrassing scene from this morning is still vivid in my mind. I don't know how to face it if I go back now. I'd better go outside for a walk and take a look at the great land I've built!

"Director Yusuf, you can go back now. Oh, and give Haivani some funds so he can develop his department."

"it is good."

Said rode his three-wheeled motorcycle, with Hassan sitting in the back. They looked at the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, and clear waters, their minds a bit confused.

The moment he closes his eyes, the scene he witnessed flashes before his eyes. He had just married his first wife and hadn't even consummated their marriage yet, when he saw the body of his second girl. This girl was over eighteen and physically mature...

Wait, what's that smell? It's so strong!

Hassan nearly vomited from nausea, while Said looked excited.

"Lion, this is lion dung!"

The motorcycle stopped, and Said began to examine the liquid... or rather, the roll, carefully.

"This is still fresh, which means the lion hasn't gone far! Wait, there are no lion footprints on the ground, only tire tracks from a three-wheeled motorcycle. Could it be...?"

Fresh lion droppings are dark brown, gradually turning grayish-white over time, and their strong odor is used to mark their territory.

Lions are rare in the northern mountainous region of Yemen, as these animals live on the grasslands, though they are quite common in Africa, and also in some of Saudi Arabia's lands.

Now, there's feces but no footprints, which means it was smuggled!

In the Middle East, wealthy countries often keep lions and cheetahs as pets. To be fair, the animals in these homes live relatively well, since they don't have to hunt themselves and can simply be kept as mascots. The owners are also quite generous.

Just like in the future Dongda University, other wolves hunt on their own, while the internet celebrity wolf wags its tail and begs passing vehicles to feed it!

but……

During the smuggling process, many lions die from acclimatization problems, with a mortality rate as high as 80%!

That's not the key point, the most important thing is...

Damn it, they pass through my territory and don't even pay me taxes?

"Sayyid, after him!"

"good!"

Said floored the accelerator and followed the tracks to catch up.

Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes...

A three-wheeled motorcycle appeared ahead, with an iron cage welded to the back. The rear part was suspended in the air, and a lion was locked inside. The lion's rear end was touching the tailgate, and its feces were falling from below the tailgate.

There were four people sitting on the cage, plus the person riding the motorcycle in front, making it a five-person smuggling gang.

"Hey, stop the car!"

Hearing the shouts from behind, the people in front were not afraid. The motorcyclist slammed on the brakes and stopped, while the person on the cage looked at the motorcycle behind with disdain.

Bang! Bang!

Two burly men jumped off, drew their Yemeni scimitars from their waists with a whoosh, and glared menacingly at the three-wheeled motorcycle following behind.

"What? You want to steal our goods? You'd better see if you have the ability! Let's fight one-on-one..."

Before he could finish speaking, the two burly men's expressions changed, and then...

Clang, clang!

The scimitar in his hand fell to the ground.

Saeed got off the motorcycle, grabbed an M4 carbine from the back bed, and pointed it at the two guys.

"No need for one-on-one, let's do one-on-two."

One against two, one against ten, no problem at all!

"Hurry, Barry, let's go!" The two people on the cage were also terrified, urging the man on the motorcycle ahead.

Dede dede...

Gunshots rang out, bullets flew into the sky, and Said, gun in his right hand, strode over with a flourish: "Hey, did I say you could leave? Get down here, all of you! Hands behind your heads, squat on the ground!"

So the other three could only get down cautiously, fearing that Said would shoot them dead.

"Tell me, where did you come from?"

"Buda Village is located on the Tiehamai Plain. If you want this lion, we can... give it to you."

"Where did this lion come from?" Hassan then climbed out of the truck bed and looked at the wildlife smugglers.

"Lions captured in Ethiopia are shipped to our Red Sea coast via Somalia, then transported overland to our homes, where they await our customers..."

These guys were terrified. Although they knew what they were doing was wrong, in a place like Yemen, nobody cared, and they weren't worried about being caught. In their eyes, this behavior wasn't a real crime.

just now……

"I'm not trying to be mean, but how can you pass through Houthi-controlled territory without paying us taxes?" Hassan glanced at the group. "From now on, every time you pass through, you'll have to pay taxes to the Houthis! This lion is your penalty for tax evasion!"

What?

The young men were stunned. They thought they were in big trouble, but they didn't expect... it was just about paying taxes?

"Okay, okay, we will, we definitely will in the future..."

"Tell your companions that for every lion, pay 100,000 rials! You can resupply along the way in villages controlled by the Houthis; don't let these rare animals starve!"

"Yes, yes, definitely, definitely!"

Hassan walked toward the cage and saw a thin, bony lion inside. It didn't have a thick mane around its neck; it was a lioness, and it must have suffered a lot on its journey.

At this moment, the lion opened its eyes and looked at Hassan. Suddenly, as if it had gained strength, its body began to exert force, and between its legs...

Something furry was revealed!

Little lion!

One... two...

The lion cubs hadn't even opened their eyes yet, but they were already instinctively searching for the nipples. As their little mouths touched the nipples, the mother lion turned her head and licked the two cubs with her tongue, and then…

Those eyes, filled with maternal love, slowly closed.